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Is it just me??

Gas in Toronto is at an all time high, 89.5 cents a litre. About a month and a half ago, we were pegging at about .65 dollar per litre. $.70 was considered expensive. Now, when it dips to $.78, people are lining up like they were giving out free Christmas turkeys.

I've been driving like a granny trying to conserve my fuel consumption. Nothing slows down speeding like exuberant gas prices.

Yet, I still see people driving on the highway like their pants are on fire, and the only waterhole left is where they're going. You would think people would ease up and take it easy, but there's zero driving habit change.

I shift at 2000 RPM, I don't drive over 120kph on the highway. I try to accelerate as evenly as I can, and let off the gas as soon as I see a red light up ahead. In essence, I be drivin' Miss Daisy.

Of course, Fido has to razz me out, and freaked when I told him the reason why I was driving so slowly.

....Now, the bike, I can't slow down on that! posted by losir at 5:52 PM

So how 'bout them Jays?

....Yet another heartbreaking year. No more, thanks. posted by losir at 11:30 AM

Well I know that I posted before that there would be no more close up picture of myself, but I just couldnt' resist.

Although I've pretty much gotten off the Maple Leaf bandwagon, burning the wheels in the process, and using the rest of the wood to fuel my anger, I can't help but attempt to grow a hockey beard.

Sad as it is, that's all I got.

....It doesn't get much fuller, just more nappy long.

posted by losir at 5:55 PM

How can salt and vinegar chips be "simulated flavours"?!

....That's a tagline all on its own. posted by losir at 10:17 PM

Have you ever been a real big suck? I mean, full on temper tantrum like a baby begging for milk?

So here I was, at Mr. Financial's pad, chilling in front of the TV expecting a good game, with a Heine in my hand, and my heine on his sofa - a bad move.

Mr. Financial and I can't be in the same room watching the Leafs. In the three tries that we have, they've lost everytime. The overtime loss to Ottawa, and the two Philly loss (including last night) is a testiment that proves we're just not meant to be hockey pals. We should have known better....

McCabe coughing the first goal like an pneumonia patient on his last leg early got me hecka annoyed. By the time the score was 6 to 1, I was ready to cry. I got up, packed my stuff, and began heading out the door, saying "I'm never watching another game with Mr. Financial. I'm leaving."

The Toxic One calls out "Don't leave."
Mrs. Financial says "Please stay."
All their friends chortle, "Stay, man, stay."

The Bunny screams, "How the frig am I gonna get home??"

I turn to her, whip out my wallet, and throw two hundred dollars on the marble counter top. "Take a cab!"

I'm too mad. I thought of swearing, but it would be incoherent babble anyway because I couldn't even string two syllables together without spitting all over myself. Instead, I keep my lip shut, throw on my shoes, and stomp out like godzilla on a mission to flatten Tokyo.

The last words I heard was TB saying "Let him be, he's crazy!"

I go to the basement and sat in the car, falling asleep while half-listening to the horrible game.

After the second intermission, I attempt to crawl back up the elevator, but the fortress-like security at the Financials' condo prevents me from getting back up.

I finally gain access to the elevator and as its door slides open, TB comes out, takes one look at me, puts me in a headlock and gives me a huge noogie for my troubles.

...Ain't life grand? posted by losir at 1:10 PM